Buxom and daring,
wild and free The middle years don't show on you
Elaine Your 3 children have not marred
your stomach Or dulled your desires - maybe even
refined them

Where were you that night? That night we both regret That night we separated

An ephemeral wish of reconciliation Shattered on the rocks of reality WE no longer need each other Oh Elaine ......

I Hate It

If I do this and I do that For endless months and months Eschewing the most basic of
luxuries If I give up them - if I stop
drinking that
GRRRRRRRRRR Ill have xxxx $'s in xxxx
time
GRRRRRRRRR I hate being on a benefit.